Thunder of War
Quiet on the battlefield
Too clam
Everyone knows what is to come
Pain
Bloodshed
War,
The rain.
Soldiers wish to turn back
No turning back
Standing in the quiet eye of storm
Is there such a thing as 'return' on the plain of war?
They are about to find out
Fear-chilled gales howl
Icy air halts breath
Wait.
All they can do—wait.
Hear the footsteps
Eye of storm isn't so quiet
Beating of a thousand drums
Prayers are said
Wave of enemies
End is near
A blast rings out
A soldier falls
Wave charges forth
Crashing
Thunder of war has been released
Rain is next come…
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This is a poem I wrote last year, but I think it could nicely be put to the theme of the Keyblade Wars! I called them 'soldiers' since…well, they are. X3